A/N: I experienced a most profound sensation on a drive back home from NewJersey. I wanted to capture the feeling of that moment but I sufferterrible headaches when reading or writing or doing anything in a movingvehicle (lousy motion sickness). Therefore, I decided to wait until I gothome to write. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to capture the spontaneity ofthat moment. I didn't even come close.

Still-Life (Phantasmagoria or Slippery Cyclone)

The stoic mask that breaks into a smileSeems to unravel the mysteries of life.Unguarded moments like theseGossamer slip-slide murmuringDewdrops clinging to the sisters' threadLost within the loomEntwined with those of a million others.

The autumn leaves that glow like embers in the windThe mourning mist that showers the lonely child in silken kissesThe shimmer of light that rides upon the wavesOld photographsPictures taken by chanceFaded in the corners but otherwise unscathed by timeThese are the most precious ones of all

The breezeThe lingering warmth of another's touchThe pink phoenix I saw in the skyRiding upon smoking watersThe arch of newly wed treesThe crumpled green rug in my bathroomThe drives down a wooded mountain pathThese are the microcosms of my life

How quickly they come and how quickly they goHow fleeting and ephemeralHow profoundHow magnanimousHow capriciousHow inadequate words are to captureThe phantasmagoric procession of spectersThat haunt our dearest memories

More notes: The gossamer slip-slide murmuring line is by sylph paean. Shechallenged me to write a poem using it so I incorporated it into this. Ifyou have the time, take a look at some of her work. She is a much betterwriter than I am.

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